Her touch screams power and her eyes shouts darkness. She was the needle, she was the thorns, she was the blade, and I am willing to embrace her without minding the pain. At first glance, I knew I'll bleed more, I knew I'd fall deeper

Rains are like thousands of memories where each drops remembers a scene. I have never smell nostalgia before not until her rain yearns my name. And since then, I have never felt more alive